I've brought you a boy braided in hide,
the heart of a she-demon hidden inside.
Son, keep him safe, keep his limbs tightly bound,
for this is the magic which I have found.
If the boy rides high, safe and dry,
the witch grants you ever-smooth seas and blue sky.
Ignore the whimpers. Adventure awaits.
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Seem familiar? A longer version of this poem was posted in December for ISLF's Advent Ghosts 2010. The Skirtling Boy will be posted on Mondays and Thursdays for the next two weeks.
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mmmm...intriguing. And my RSS reader caught the (now retracted?) first few paragraphs of the story and I really like it.
I'm eager to read more. :)
Ooooh, me likes cereal ...
Okie -
Thanks! Yeah, I changed the publishing time, but not the date on that one. My bad. It's time will come though.
Loren -
Mikey likes it too. back when summers were vacations from school, my brothers and I would choose cereal for lunch all summer long. I still do.
My sister probably ate something sensible, like peanut butter on waffles.
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